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ANTics

Do You Have Nightmares, Too?

CHYNA

I woke up at exactly 6:30 AM, due to the alarm clock set for me. I got up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

I flew over to the closet, and searched for something...simple...to wear. Nothing was my style. It was too look at me! So I just waved my hands over the clothes I was wearing and managed to get an outfit from my room in San Francisco.

I opened the door and flew down the hall. I made it into the dining room.

Rocky, Olive, and Fletcher were already there. I sat down in between Fletcher and Olive.

"Good morning, Chyna. How'd you sleep?" Olive said.

Fletcher kept silent.

"Good, I guess," glancing over at him.

I tapped my plate and a 2 pieces of toast flew onto there. One had jam, and another had butter. I tapped my cup and something resembling orange juice was poured in.

I sipped the juice. Yep, definitely not orange juice, but it was good.

I bit into my toast. That was bread. That was jam, and that was butter.

"OK, today Fletcher and Chyna are going down to the first floor for training. Olive, you'll be registering your tributes with Our Lady Melody, so make sure you look sharp." Rocky put a forkful of - eggs? - into her mouth and chewed.

Fletcher looked over at me. He shut his eyes tightly.

There was a sudden thought in my mind that I couldn't ignore. Let's train together, OK?

Telepathy...Fletcher had sent me a message.

I sent him one back. Definitely. You need to win.

There was no reply.

I finished my toast and then got up from the table.

"Wait," Rocky said. I looked up at her. "You and Fletcher's training uniforms are on your beds."

"OK."

I flew back to my room, and sure enough there was a black uniform with red stripes on the sides, laying on my bed.

On the back it said 'A.N.T'.

I waved my hands over the uniform and the next thing I knew, I was wearing it. Magic makes things so much easier.

I put on a pair of black boots that was on the floor. I brushed my hair and then waved my hands, putting it in a ponytail that wouldn't distract me.

Meet you there?

Meet you there.

FLETCHER

Chyna and I met up at the first floor exactly 15 minutes after breakfast.

All the rest of the tributes were there already. We had the same uniforms, except for the names of our classes on the back.

There was a lady at the front who was the head trainer.

"There are many different stations here today," she said. "They all have to do with magic."

She looked at each and everyone one of us. "I suggest you go to the survival stations and not the weapons first. You may begin."

Let's head to wilderness survival.

OK.

I flew over to the wilderness survival station. Chyna was right behind me.

There was a table full of different plants and fruits. A single sign read 'These are the plants you will see in the arena. Use magic to find what each of them do."

I looked over at Chyna. She shrugged her shoulders and pointed to a red leaf with orange polka dots.

The sign changed. 'This plant is called Envy. Using it for cooking permanently paralyzes the consumer."

I shivered. "Whoa."

Chyna nodded. "I know. We have to steer clear of that."

I pointed to a fruit that looked like a smaller version of an orange.

'This fruit is called Grecham. It is perfectly edible. 2 of them make a good meal.'

"We have to collect some of those."

"Definitely."

Chyna and I played around at the station for a while. Finally, we headed to a different one called 'Cookery'.

Two fires were built. There was a single pot on each of them. Chyna kneeled behind one, and I behind another.

There was another single sign.

'Choose a fruit from the wilderness survival station and cook it to your liking.'

Chyna put on her thinking face. "Let's use the Grecham and make a stew."

I nodded. "I wonder what it'll taste like."

I waved my hands over the pot. Water. Grecham. Sugar. Barbecue sauce.

"Barbecue sauce?" Chyna asked in disgust.

"What? I'm a guy!"

Chyna laughed and shook her head. Instead of barbecue sauce, she added jam.

"Jam? Really?"

"Urr jam is delicious. You should try it sometime!"

Our meals started to cook. We let it boil, stirring it with wooden spoons occasionally.

'Your food is finished! Taste it.'

I took a ladle and then dipped it in the pot. I put some stew in a wooden bowl.

I waited for Chyna to finish. We leaned against the wall of the station and counted to three. Then we put the bowls up to our mouths and took a big gulp.

Mine tasted weird, but in a totally good way. The barbecue sauce gave it a different flavor.

"Mhmm," Chyna moaned. "This is delicious."

We finished the stew and then washed the bowls.

The sign read something different. 'Try making a poisoned dish.' Two fairies appeared. 'Here are two dummy fairies to test your dish on. Don't worry, their not real.'

Chyna and I shared a look.

Envy! Envy, envy, envy!

HAHA, Fletcher, I wonder what a paralyzed fairy looks like.

I waved my hands in the pot and the recipe from the Grecham stew appeared in our pots. I waved my hands again. Envy.

Chyna and I were nervous while the poisoned stew was cooking.

What do you think'll happen to them?

They'll get paralyzed. The sign said they were fake fairies, right?

OK, OK.

When the stew finished, we put some in bowls and then gave it to the fairies.

"Yum!" one of them said. It dug in.

"Delicious." The other said. It took some gulps, too.

We waited 10 seconds. We didn't think it was going to work when their wings started fluttering. Their mouths stopped moving, and then the stew started dripping from their mouths.

There was a sound as their bones and everything stopped moving inside of them.

They're eyes started flicking around, until they stopped.

"Wow," I said.

"Wow, indeed," Chyna agreed.

Chyna looked at a clock. "Training is almost over," she said. "Wanna check out some weapons?"

"Sure," I replied.

We walked over to a station labeled 'Talent Weapons'.

A sign read, 'Think about what you want your talent weapon to do, and it'll do it.'

Chyna picked up a guitar and started strumming it. Only sound came out.

"Hmm," she said to herself. She pointed the guitar at me and strummed it again.

"You're beautiful," I suddenly said. Wait, what? "I didn't say that!" I told her. She laughed. "I made you." she said.

I groaned and picked up a paintbrush. I turned to a blank canvas and started painting a picture of roses.

The roses flew out of the painting and over to Chyna. She grinned and smelled them. "They smell good," she said. I grinned. "Not now," I said. I walked up to the flowers and painted stink lines over them. Chyna wrinkled her nose. "Ew, wet dog."

I laughed. After some time, she started to laugh along with me.

OLIVE

The fairies put me in a stiff ballgown dress. It was so constricting that I could barely moved. They even powdered my face and put a mole on me just because I was meeting with Melody.

I flew down to the train station and went to the ticket booth.

"Good morning, ma'am. How may I help you today?"

I slid over the ticket signed by Melody. the man at the ticket booth looked at it, looked at me, and them stamped the ticket.

"Have a nice day," he said.

I climbed onto the train. The car was full of the rest of the mentors. They were dressed just like me - in stiff, constricting clothing.

I saw Katniss sitting with a young girl on the other end of the train. I went over there and sat next to her. "Hey, Katniss." I said.

Katniss looked up and smiled at me. "Hey, Olive. Olive, this is Rue." She gestured to the young girl. "Rue, this is Olive." Rue shook my hand. "Nice to meet you, Olive."

The three of us talked the whole train ride there. It was a long train ride. We had lunch served to us, and it was late afternoon by the time we arrived.

We exited the train in front of a large castle.

An escort led us through the back of the castle and up to a room. Melody was sitting in behind a desk, her hands folded.

We all got in a line, me in the back, and waited for our turn.

It took forever for it to finally be my turn.

"Class." Melody said.

"A.N.T," I replied.

Melody flipped to the back of a book. "Olive Doyle."

She held out the book to me. "Please register your tributes," she told me.

I had been given no pen, so I figured that I had to use my finger.

Tribute name: Chyna Ann Parks

Talents: Musical Prodigy

Relationships: Mother, father, brother

Number: 12.1

Tribute name: Fletcher Pumpernickel Quimby

Talents: Art Prodigy

Relationships: Mother, Father, sister

Number: 12.2

When I finished, I gave Melody the book back. She inspected it and then used her finger to write something else.

Odds - 12.1 - 23:24, 12.2 21:24

The odds were not in their favor.

CHYNA

That night I laid in bed, thrashing around. I was having the worst nightmare.

Fletcher was getting killed right in front of me, but I was paralyzed by the Envy and couldn't do anything about it!

I woke up with a start, sweaty. I looked down. My bed was soaked with sweat. I flew out of bed, down the hall, and slowly opened the door to Fletcher's room.

He was thrashing around, too.

I flew over there and shook him awake. "Fletcher. Hey, Fletcher, wake up!"

Fletcher opened his eyes and stopped moving.

"Chyna, what are you doing here?"

I pulled back the covers and got in.

"Do you have nightmares, too?"

Fletcher nodded. "Yeah. What was yours about."

I gulped. "I got poisoned by the Envy and...and...and you were dying."

Fletcher chuckled. "Same here, except it was the other was around."

I leaned into Fletcher's shoulder.

"Hey, Fletcher?"

"Yeah?"

"Promise me you'll always be there."

There was silence before he answered.

"Always."

I really don't know how to do odds, but whatever. I just wanted to throw that in there. This chapter was a little boring, but trust me. Next chapter will be the private session and the interviews. People from Webster will be coming to watch!

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